back to its burrow， while overhead a bird chirped with
an insistent cheerfulness. Clinging to the line of fences
along the road were clumps of honeysuckle. The light
scent from the few lingering blossoms wafted in the air.
In a distant field a farmer and his son harvested the last
of the summer hay. The rumble of the bailer was steady
and distinct.
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